Words Never Said

Monday, February 6, 2012

Let’s be irrational poets,forming eloquent sentencesfilled with mystical wordsthat pilgrimage on voidedblue lines, for centuriesand centuries, without a reason,without a explanation, butbecause our minds mustbe filtered from all theangst and aches we suppresswithin ourselves while wesucceed to please the reign,but fail to please ourselves.

Adoration would unblushinglyfill in the voided hole in mysoul if I had the occasion tofall in a sober, dazed stateof mind, mesmerized by therose petals that envelope yourarms, like red-velvet pillowsI would long to be cradled in, drifting into a mollifying yet haunting lullaby, singing lyrical melodies, soothing and taming the ignited affliction that burns inthe folds of my heart.

The rays of light throughthe sorrowful clouds, givingpassion to the desolatedlands, thirsting for recuperationand self indulgence. Once the acid stops cascadingupon us, Earth shall be placid,rejoicing with mothernature, no longer belyingunder debris and catastrophes.

I am drawn to the moon.When it rises, I howl likea ratchet werewolf andenvision that I am pouncingthrough a majestic, nefariouswonderland. I cannot resistlaying angelically beneaththe nebula’s and the milkyways, hypnotized by theiralluring beauty, exhalinga methanol cigarette’ssmoke to the hurricanesunderneath Jupiter’srings and noxious gases.My muse, in a frenzy, cannot become sober,for it is intoxicated withirrationality and wickedness.Perhaps I am drawn tothe nighttime sky becauseit elevates and animates my spirit as its best andfloods self-pity that transitions into solacingat its worst.

Attempting to solace the sorrow you
filled my psyche with from the words
you borrowed and learned with indifference to impress my effortlessly pleased self.
You have corrupted my vital organs,sickening them with your selfishness that gapsme open from the inside-out, crawling likeblood-thirsty spiders on to my skin, infectiouswith their fangs and stubborn legs,
manipulating my red and white blood cells
that cannot beckon for a war nor transfer oxygen to my brain. My circulation is cutting off, my debilitated lungs collapse and
I suffocate from the blood and vomit that
cascades from my rancid mouth and I begin
to drown as you remain in complete insouciance,
not having one conscious disrupting your
malevolent pride.